- Almost got back with PYT
- Got back with Brownie
- Went to Martha's Vineyard with Cousin T and The Gang
- Got the plague from Gutz (she's Bobbie when she ain't giving me contagious viruses)
- hung out with J.O. (he's Cousin T's best friend)
- hung out with Bubba a couple of times
- saw Grant Hill! (oh my Gawd! can I just say that I have had a crush on that man since he played for Duke and if that didn't make me feel old, the 10 year old twin boys I was with at the time had no idea who he was - the man is still fine. No disrespect Tamia)
- went on my annual trip to the movies (I am REALLY not a fan of sitting in the cold cold dark with a bunch of strangers surrounded by surfaces whose cleanliness are entirely too questionable for my liking. I saw Hancock - felt like it was missing a half hour, but entertaining for the most part.)
- found a temp agency that actually got results. as in sent me on more than one interview within the first week of me interviewing with them. as in ALL of the jobs that they sent me on were in my salary range AND interesting as hell. as in bitch got two offers...
- oh, did I mention I got a job?
- got a kick ass job
- got an exciting wonderful challenging engaging lucrative position
- did some serious shopping on a budget
- ran into Giraffe from the OldJob on the train one morning. Congratulations on the baby boy!
- went to a couple of parties
- i think i might have run into a boy that i used to love when I was a freshman and sophomore in college. shit, he loved me too, a least a couple of nights. well anyway, dude was a lot paler and not as cute as i remember. hence, the i think i might have, instead of a oh, i ran into.
- made some spec-fucking-tacular red velvet cupcakes for MonkeyBoy's 9th Birthday. It was at Dave & Busters and half the staff was lingering to see if they could get a left over.
- got really fed up with Brownie's bullshit and came to the conclusion that some dudes just don't change and I am in no way shape or form interested in trying to change any damn body. I'm not one of those women who is going to tell you what I think you should or should not be doing. I expect to be dealing with a grown ass man who knows what the fuck is right and what the fuck is going to make me suspect that some shit just ain't right with you. And if I come to the said conclusion, that some shit just ain't right with you, I am not going to waste any more of my time.
- told Brownie to have a nice life - wait that's on my to do list...
- saw all kinds of short pant atrocities! I'm talking ass hanging out the bottom AND the top, thighs that should have been far from hungry devouring inseams like they were baby carrots in a room full of dieting women, all kinds of colored printed and patterned underwear underneath white of all things. I gotta say ladies, some of you are really trying to give short pants a baaaaad name.
- saw one of the WORST TATTOOS EVER!! it was so bad and horrific that I dont even think I can describe it properly. I was on the beach, and there was a woman in a bikini with flames tattooed around her torso. But, my gawd, her torso. And I think the tattooist might have been on crack, or having a seizure, or a heart attack. Or that might just have been the impression that her cottage cheese gut and stretch marks gave his work...
- bowled a 146! (in Wii bowling but I think it should count, that's my best score evah!)
- I have not been online for more than downloading music/movies/porn (all legally of course! itunes is my false idol.) so I haven't been reading your blogs. sorry! I'm a flake like that. You should forgive me cause I'm cute. And did I mention I got a job? You should be proud of me. I promise to heaps loads and loads of (unwanted) attention on you immediately. kisses, bitches!
- I missed you all terribly! even that sassy bitch I've been stalking...
- decided to change the blog a little, nothing drastic. Just realized that a lot of my old content was focused on the OldJob. I will never say that I didn't enjoy being there at one point, but I am so grateful/thankful/blessed that things worked out the way they did. I wouldn't be where I am today without them and for that the OldJob will always hold a special place in my heart. Sadly, it also still leaves a bit of a sour taste in my mouth and I am determined to start fresh. So, no talk about my job. Not even a hint, except to say it's great and I love my new boss. Seriously, love. But not like that. Anyway, I started this blog with funny stories about taking the train, and my luck or lack there of in love. A snarky black woman takes on the world with a bit of humor, a hell of a lot of sass, and a shit load of curiosity.
Showing posts with label Tattoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tattoo. Show all posts
7.15.2008
Boo!
Yes I know it's been awhile. And a lot has happened in the land of Trouble...
9.30.2007
Tattoo update
No, I didn't get a tattoo this weekend. But I did see my play cousin Bobby who did. You see Bobby was practically raised in my real cousins house. He, my cousin "Baba", is my father's older sister's son, and his kids are my age. After he had two kids, he married Fay, who already had a daughter, my favorite cousin T. Well T is my favorite adult female cousin, but that is another story. So Bobby grew up with T and my two cousins who I don't really speak to or about because they aren't worth it. Bobby and T ended up being really close friends as adults, and even though I can't always tolerate Bobby, we hang out from time to time too. She's passive aggressive and that shit irks the hell outta me.
Back to the story (have you notice that I have a bit of a problem staying on topic?) today, September 30th, is T's birthday. Happy Birthday T!!! Mmmmmmmmwaaaaaah! I always forget the date, and usually her sisters forget to tell me if they plan something for her, but she always makes sure that I'm at whatever celebration she has for herself. No matter what, she always plans a little activity where she invites all the people that she wants to see for her birthday. The group of people sometimes changes from year to year, but the core remains the same. Today we went bowling - I actually bowled a 119 game, which isn't so great unless you take in to account that the last time I went bowling was 2 years ago on T's birthday. She loves bowling like I love roller and ice skating.
T and Bobby pick me up and when we get to the bowling alley I notice a big red circle peaking out of Bobby's v-neck t-shirt. I've known her just about all my life so I pull her shirt to the side and look in. She's got a new tattoo, a lady kneeling on an apple. It's actually pretty good, detailed work. But I don't think that I would have tattooed a woman on my chest. She's not gay or bi, although there have been some rumors. And another thing. Bobby is a broad woman -I think I may have called her Gutz in a previous post -and while the tat fits over her heart and a little up on her chest, I can't help but realize that it would cover my whole damned chest! I mean I'm not the biggest broad by far, but on me that thing would be from my clavicle to my nipple and cover just about one half of my chest. I have a tat but its on my back, above the small so it is very easy to hide if necessary. And I want more, but they will all probably be in places that I can hide or reveal them with ease. I also have no problem with the heavily tattooed. I would actually love to get a full sleeve or something all over my back but I doubt I will go that far because of the industry that I work in. But if your field is artistic I say go for it if thats what you want. I guess I just think that its a bit much on her because none of her tattoos have a real meaning and there no real theme to the assortment. There's Garfield giving the finger on her right calf. A bunch of badly colored flowers on her left calf (these were done at a tattoo party that she had at her house, no one was happy with the tats they got done that day, big suprise there huh?) The ginormous rose and thorns on her lower and mid back. The featureless (not intentionally) fairy on her right shoulder and something I can't recall on her left. Oh, and she's got Daddy's Girl on one of her thighs and Puddin (though I've never heard anyone call her that) on the other.
Me on the other hand, I've been researching tattoo artist and studios and looking at designs for almost a year. One guy I'm thinking about letting ink me has a year waiting list. And alot of the designs aren't available in most shops. I want something special and beautiful. (I was mostly kidding about getting a crown on my ass)
*ps - blogger and mac aren't getting along today so I couldn't spell check this, excuse the typos TypHos.
Back to the story (have you notice that I have a bit of a problem staying on topic?) today, September 30th, is T's birthday. Happy Birthday T!!! Mmmmmmmmwaaaaaah! I always forget the date, and usually her sisters forget to tell me if they plan something for her, but she always makes sure that I'm at whatever celebration she has for herself. No matter what, she always plans a little activity where she invites all the people that she wants to see for her birthday. The group of people sometimes changes from year to year, but the core remains the same. Today we went bowling - I actually bowled a 119 game, which isn't so great unless you take in to account that the last time I went bowling was 2 years ago on T's birthday. She loves bowling like I love roller and ice skating.
T and Bobby pick me up and when we get to the bowling alley I notice a big red circle peaking out of Bobby's v-neck t-shirt. I've known her just about all my life so I pull her shirt to the side and look in. She's got a new tattoo, a lady kneeling on an apple. It's actually pretty good, detailed work. But I don't think that I would have tattooed a woman on my chest. She's not gay or bi, although there have been some rumors. And another thing. Bobby is a broad woman -I think I may have called her Gutz in a previous post -and while the tat fits over her heart and a little up on her chest, I can't help but realize that it would cover my whole damned chest! I mean I'm not the biggest broad by far, but on me that thing would be from my clavicle to my nipple and cover just about one half of my chest. I have a tat but its on my back, above the small so it is very easy to hide if necessary. And I want more, but they will all probably be in places that I can hide or reveal them with ease. I also have no problem with the heavily tattooed. I would actually love to get a full sleeve or something all over my back but I doubt I will go that far because of the industry that I work in. But if your field is artistic I say go for it if thats what you want. I guess I just think that its a bit much on her because none of her tattoos have a real meaning and there no real theme to the assortment. There's Garfield giving the finger on her right calf. A bunch of badly colored flowers on her left calf (these were done at a tattoo party that she had at her house, no one was happy with the tats they got done that day, big suprise there huh?) The ginormous rose and thorns on her lower and mid back. The featureless (not intentionally) fairy on her right shoulder and something I can't recall on her left. Oh, and she's got Daddy's Girl on one of her thighs and Puddin (though I've never heard anyone call her that) on the other.
Me on the other hand, I've been researching tattoo artist and studios and looking at designs for almost a year. One guy I'm thinking about letting ink me has a year waiting list. And alot of the designs aren't available in most shops. I want something special and beautiful. (I was mostly kidding about getting a crown on my ass)
*ps - blogger and mac aren't getting along today so I couldn't spell check this, excuse the typos TypHos.
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